World In My Hands

The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my palm like it's pomade
 Cheering like they got pom poms on
 And I document it, put it on page
 Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
 And she say that she saw me on prime time
 Stock going up draft combine
 I don't wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
 Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't try to take my whole life and put it in writing
 Put it on wax to play while you drive
 I was on the bus with it
 Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
 Y'all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
 How I got the game in a choke hold
 Knew my day would come, it was foretold
 I've been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
 I ain't worried bout your boys moving backwards
 Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
 Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the...
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Hey!
 Look, they trafficking, they don't got crossing guards
 We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
 Reader's digest, I got food for thought
 From where they keep pack like they move a lot
 I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
 Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
 I just put my life in some literature... like literally!
 I can't hold it, I feel all of it
 The police targeted, like I'm shoppin
 Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
 Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
 I'm fathering... all these styles I hit, then they copy it
 You know I ain't worried bout that though (about that though)
 Look how they react when I'm back home (when I'm back home)
 I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
 Still yellin' bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
 In my vans, mobbin' through France
 Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
 Burn like the pain when you see me grow
 Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
 Crazy how now this weed shit legal
 Bro mainpassion was the profit
 Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
 Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
 Good man need a lil' more tryna feed his people
 Screaming reparations, 'till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
 No ain't no rush lil' bitch, I got patience
 Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I'm waiting
 With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
 Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
 A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
 St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
 Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
 On your... head, turn to lice on em
 Come to... bread, need a high quota
 On a... quest for my lil' niggas
 Gotta get 'em back, turn the Phife on em
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my palm like it's pomade
 Cheering like they got pom poms on
 And I document it, put it on page
 Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
 And she say that she saw me on prime time
 Stock going up draft combine
 I don't wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
 Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't try to take my whole life and put it in writing
 Put it on wax to play while you drive
 I was on the bus with it
 Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
 Y'all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
 How I got the game in a choke hold
 Knew my day would come, it was foretold
 I've been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
 I ain't worried bout your boys moving backwards
 Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
 Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the...
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Hey!
 Look, they trafficking, they don't got crossing guards
 We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
 Reader's digest, I got food for thought
 From where they keep pack like they move a lot
 I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
 Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
 I just put my life in some literature... like literally!
 I can't hold it, I feel all of it
 The police targeted, like I'm shoppin
 Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
 Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
 I'm fathering... all these styles I hit, then they copy it
 You know I ain't worried bout that though (about that though)
 Look how they react when I'm back home (when I'm back home)
 I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
 Still yellin' bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
 In my vans, mobbin' through France
 Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
 Burn like the pain when you see me grow
 Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
 Crazy how now this weed shit legal
 Bro mainpassion was the profit
 Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
 Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
 Good man need a lil' more tryna feed his people
 Screaming reparations, 'till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
 No ain't no rush lil' bitch, I got patience
 Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I'm waiting
 With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
 Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
 A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
 St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
 Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
 On your... head, turn to lice on em
 Come to... bread, need a high quota
 On a... quest for my lil' niggas
 Gotta get 'em back, turn the Phife on em
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my palm like it's pomade
 Cheering like they got pom poms on
 And I document it, put it on page
 Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
 And she say that she saw me on prime time
 Stock going up draft combine
 I don't wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
 Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't try to take my whole life and put it in writing
 Put it on wax to play while you drive
 I was on the bus with it
 Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
 Y'all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
 How I got the game in a choke hold
 Knew my day would come, it was foretold
 I've been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
 I ain't worried bout your boys moving backwards
 Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
 Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the...
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Hey!
 Look, they trafficking, they don't got crossing guards
 We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
 Reader's digest, I got food for thought
 From where they keep pack like they move a lot
 I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
 Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
 I just put my life in some literature... like literally!
 I can't hold it, I feel all of it
 The police targeted, like I'm shoppin
 Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
 Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
 I'm fathering... all these styles I hit, then they copy it
 You know I ain't worried bout that though (about that though)
 Look how they react when I'm back home (when I'm back home)
 I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
 Still yellin' bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
 In my vans, mobbin' through France
 Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
 Burn like the pain when you see me grow
 Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
 Crazy how now this weed shit legal
 Bro mainpassion was the profit
 Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
 Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
 Good man need a lil' more tryna feed his people
 Screaming reparations, 'till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
 No ain't no rush lil' bitch, I got patience
 Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I'm waiting
 With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
 Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
 A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
 St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
 Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
 On your... head, turn to lice on em
 Come to... bread, need a high quota
 On a... quest for my lil' niggas
 Gotta get 'em back, turn the Phife on em
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my palm like it's pomade
 Cheering like they got pom poms on
 And I document it, put it on page
 Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
 And she say that she saw me on prime time
 Stock going up draft combine
 I don't wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
 Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't try to take my whole life and put it in writing
 Put it on wax to play while you drive
 I was on the bus with it
 Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
 Y'all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
 How I got the game in a choke hold
 Knew my day would come, it was foretold
 I've been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
 I ain't worried bout your boys moving backwards
 Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
 Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the...
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Hey!
 Look, they trafficking, they don't got crossing guards
 We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
 Reader's digest, I got food for thought
 From where they keep pack like they move a lot
 I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
 Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
 I just put my life in some literature... like literally!
 I can't hold it, I feel all of it
 The police targeted, like I'm shoppin
 Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
 Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
 I'm fathering... all these styles I hit, then they copy it
 You know I ain't worried bout that though (about that though)
 Look how they react when I'm back home (when I'm back home)
 I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
 Still yellin' bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
 In my vans, mobbin' through France
 Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
 Burn like the pain when you see me grow
 Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
 Crazy how now this weed shit legal
 Bro mainpassion was the profit
 Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
 Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
 Good man need a lil' more tryna feed his people
 Screaming reparations, 'till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
 No ain't no rush lil' bitch, I got patience
 Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I'm waiting
 With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
 Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
 A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
 St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
 Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
 On your... head, turn to lice on em
 Come to... bread, need a high quota
 On a... quest for my lil' niggas
 Gotta get 'em back, turn the Phife on em
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my palm like it's pomade
 Cheering like they got pom poms on
 And I document it, put it on page
 Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
 And she say that she saw me on prime time
 Stock going up draft combine
 I don't wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
 Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't try to take my whole life and put it in writing
 Put it on wax to play while you drive
 I was on the bus with it
 Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
 Y'all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
 How I got the game in a choke hold
 Knew my day would come, it was foretold
 I've been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
 I ain't worried bout your boys moving backwards
 Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
 Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the...
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Hey!
 Look, they trafficking, they don't got crossing guards
 We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
 Reader's digest, I got food for thought
 From where they keep pack like they move a lot
 I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
 Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
 I just put my life in some literature... like literally!
 I can't hold it, I feel all of it
 The police targeted, like I'm shoppin
 Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
 Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
 I'm fathering... all these styles I hit, then they copy it
 You know I ain't worried bout that though (about that though)
 Look how they react when I'm back home (when I'm back home)
 I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
 Still yellin' bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
 In my vans, mobbin' through France
 Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
 Burn like the pain when you see me grow
 Yeah yeah it's that same old negro
 Crazy how now this weed shit legal
 Bro mainpassion was the profit
 Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
 Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
 Good man need a lil' more tryna feed his people
 Screaming reparations, 'till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
 No ain't no rush lil' bitch, I got patience
 Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I'm waiting
 With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
 Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
 A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
 St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
 Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
 On your... head, turn to lice on em
 Come to... bread, need a high quota
 On a... quest for my lil' niggas
 Gotta get 'em back, turn the Phife on em
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 (oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
 The world in my hands, the world in my hands
 Daydreamin' its real when we wake up
 Gave my all but can't say I gave up
 They wonder what these dreams are made of
 (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)